When does night end and morning begin?
It was another time, when men and women weren’t as bellicose as we are now, when thinking and awe were more important that might and right. Three wistful men were engaged in a debate: “How do you know when the night ends, and the morning begins?”
One said: “When I can no longer see the stars in the sky.”
The second opined: “When I can tell the difference between a purple thread and a blue thread.”
The third thought for a moment: “The night ends, and the morning begins when I can see the face of my brother.”
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